Best Mirth Poems
SEBASTIAN BECK
The trapeze artist Sebastian Beck
His safety harness he forgot to check
Didn't notice it had snapped
Below all the crowd clapped
But in mid-flight he fell breaking his neck...
SIR NICHOLAS
The trophy hunter Sir Nicholas Hyde
Because of him many animals died
One day his gun jammed
He said I'll be damned
Last seen running for his life from a pride...
CHRISTOPHER SNODGRASS
A mean joker called Christopher Snodgrass
Liked to play jokes on his friends that were crass
They agreed revenge was due
On his toilet seat smeared glue
When he stood it took the skin off his a.s.s...
OLD SPARKY
A sadistic killer called Billy T. Clair
As a trophy cut off his victims hair
But one did not die
Vowed she'd see him fry
She got her wish when he went to the chair...
STALE AIR
Between floors at the gallery of art
A lift got stuck and the doors wouldn't part
The air was rancid as hell
And the trapped folk smelt a smell
Someone discreetly had let off a fart...
Written 1st March 2020.
Oh muse of mirth,
in your spirit,
I'll raise my goblet
to satyrs students,
weaving music
to honour Bacchus,
so we can rejoice
in the virgin dawn
of the new sun.
Youth is not my friend,
so grant me one wish -
for chalice of time
to bless me with joy,
days of cheer,
nights of divine
moonlight melodies.
This heart's theatre
yearns to perform on
serenity's stage
with sincere comrades,
composing songs where
each symphonic stroke
creates memories
as sweet as wine,
where verses echo
like Apollo's art.
No matter what
tomorrow brings
I'll keep smiling
till the party ends.
The mistress of mirth it’s who I am
In reality I am simply Jan
I’ll try and give you laughs
About my silly gaffes
And entertain as much as I can
My panties once went up the hoover
It was a remarkable manoeuvre
Yes I will disclose
They flew up the hose
Phew- I still retain a sense of humour
In response to limerick from Jack Ellison
15th March 2015
Her real name's Jan, the Mistress of Mirth
She tickles our fancies with every verse
Where are our “fancies”
Are they inside our panties
With two minds like ours it could have been worse
© Jack Ellison 2015
Laughter soothes the soul
Giggling makes my day,
Chortles will improve
My mood, so they say,
Smiles are so groovy!
Silliness beams
Grin big, my friends
Chuckling at memes
Snickering trends
Guffawing
Gleefully
Mimicking
Joking
Funny
MIRTH
THIRD PLACE WINNER
written June 7, 2022
submitted to "Diminished Hexaverse - Your Choice" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment
Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie.
Tis here that I met you on a pleasing summer morn
Where blossoms of the cherry, out on the bough, adorn;
Underneath the cherry tree euphoria welled soon,
I met you in the morning, I loved you by the noon.
You were more the things to me that I should ever know
And there beneath the cherry tree, neath the scented show,
We watched the sun rise in the sky and felt our hearts entwine
And all the world was lost to me just as your eyes kissed mine.
We loved throughout that summer time down in the cherry glade;
The warmest days that I had known that God has ever made.
And from an overflowing cup of mirth where I may drink
Beneath the blooming cherry tree, beneath the perfumed pink.
But as the autumn chill appeared and cooled the air around
The leaves upon the cherry tree were tumbled to the ground.
Then so the dusk of time came by, the evening of the day,
And in the darkness of the night my love had gone away.
Yet still the joy of love is mine, though but a moment long,
The memory of those blissful days shall always here belong.
And I shall sacrifice the peace I ever knew before ~
The pain of love remains with me for now and evermore.
Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment
Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie.
A picture appeared on my phone today,
on the proverbial page I perused.
A view of an evil most vile,
villainy veiled behind verve and vim.
Sadists from Auschwitz,
smiling in a storm.
Shoulders shrugging,
to shield from the sky.
No hint of the horrors,
the Holocaust they heralded.
Not haunted like the humans they harrow,
but hyenas, howling, in high humor after the hunt.
Their consciences clear, their cruelty concealed,
their cheer chills me to the core.
They caused such wicked calvary,
a calamity that echoes into the current century.
Yet they dare to delight,
while they deal in death and dread.
Their depravity so deep that they grin,
as they decry virtue and destroy millions.
But what mortifies me more is,
how mundane their mien.
Will we fear the next fiends fittingly,
or in time... if their faces feel like friends'?
There she was… so pretty in pink
Full of mirth, reaching the sink
To fall down, never did she think
Since bubbles gave her joyous wink.
With glee, she continued to play
Preferring water more than clay
Heeding mother’s call, she would delay
Just to create sea-world display.
Then her waterfalls cascaded
Even the floor was invaded
Thus, to clean she gladly decided
Tidying what was once flooded.
Back to her ocean, she had a boat sail
Guiding, she yelled her cheering hail
Till her boat became a space ship above the pail
With her hands flying it so as not to fail.
Rejoicing at her water-blessing delight
She was reminded of God and His might
Thanking the Lord* for the wondrous sight
Now, she is ready to turn off the faucet, alright!
*1Chronicles 16:7 ...This psalm to thank the LORD...
June 23, 2018
2nd Place, "Pure Childlike Fun and Enthusiasm" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger; judged on 6/30/2018.
Let’s celebrate with mirth
thanking the Lord for His love along worship glee
praises’ worth.
New year is blest
filled by God’s grace and peace so free
with zest.
Delight
hearts midst joy’s spree
bright!
Let’s celebrate with mirth
filled by God’s grace and peace so free
bright!
The Mistress of Mirth
There once was a lady from Perth
who the men called the mistress of mirth
she was all laughs and giggles
and provocative wiggles
right up to the day she gave birth.
John G. Lawless
3/16/2015
On Day 8 of Creation,
God stretched out his hand,
And in a voice that
echoed and roared
and came from his core
He spoke to the whole of the land:
“Let there be Mozart and golden retrievers,
these gifts I grant to mankind:
The gift of music and the gift of mirth
A bit of heaven to enjoy on earth
And last through recorded time."
The original purpose of Planet Earth
Over four billion years ago since its birth
Was peace and harmony
Without conflicts constantly
Only extreme happiness, gaiety and mirth
What the hell happened???
© Jack Ellison 2015
I could not express how I felt using a sonnet nor a nonnet but a beauty such as yours is rarely seen or felt like a comet. You paint my world in hues that draws the attention of the world,through my poetic lens I seen your intentions,the radiation of your grandeur boldly rising,your brightness fuels the stars in my night. One stare at the sun rise of your soul sharpens my sight,one stare and replenishing touch from your heavenly, reversed my blight. When I look into your eyes I see more than what I feel,more than what I will ever bargain for and sure you can have the whole of me,because the whole of me could never amount to half of thee, your eyes have a glow that another man will never see because I will keep you for me like concealed and never revealed secrets of a diary,baby you inspire me like bible verses, or the words of eighteen frantic nurses,trying to keep a soon flat line patient alive,with out youR medicinal touch how will I survive,how will I strive to the summits of mountains with out harness. Your the finest fruit in the center of my tired and rough palm,YOU ARE MY HEAVENLY PSALM,standing admist a broken land. Your the key to a land of happy and glee inside of me,together we climb lifes tree,resting in your home of honey comb,you are my Queen bee, I survive as a solider bee to take care of you and me. Happily dancing happily dancing on earth with mirth we shall forever be.
bristling wee hedgehog
out on an evening of mirth
crunch,crunch everywhere
nose gently nuzzle
going slowly through spun gold
sun kiss autumn leaves
Cackles, snickers, chortles and squeals ease life's weight.
Laughter can completely reset our composure.
Humors random salves of mirth can ease feeling states.
Past times of paled poise were health fueled by laughs ardor.
Laughter can completely reset our composure.
Acute giggles often cause worthwhile tummy bunched aches.
Past times of paled poise were health fueled by laughs ardor.
Bonding laugh episodes can mold sweet memory shapes.
Acute giggles often cause worthwhile tummy bunched aches.
Laughs can floor lay us to mirth quake over and over.
Bonding laugh episodes can mold sweet memory shapes.
Laughing steers peace of mind like a kind chauffeur.
Laughs can floor lay us to mirth quake over and over.
Humors random salves of mirth can ease feeling states.
Laughing steers peace of mind like a kind chauffeur.
Cackles, snickers, chortles and squeals ease life's weight.